Warp Light Sickle Blade lightly traced a semicircle, its faint green trail of light clear before their eyes.
Little Yinuoke froze completely where he stood.
Right now, reality felt utterly unreal to him...
He clearly wanted to run over and touch those corpses, yet his legs felt filled with lead and refused to obey him.
The muscles in Yinuoke's cheeks trembled uncontrollably, not from fear, but excitement.
The kind of excitement so intense it drove one mad!
How many years had it been?
Ever since he had been born, he had repeatedly been warned never to provoke the Red Stone Tribe.
The Red Stone Tribe was the psychological shadow hanging over countless tribes across these grasslands!
It was not as though no one had resisted, but every single person who did had been brutally slaughtered!
And a scene like this was something he had never even seen in his dreams.
The sight of his father's sturdy, burly body being pierced again and again by spears remained vivid in his mind.
Yet now, those people had suffered the same retribution!
This... was simply...
"Aah!!"
Yinuoke screamed himself hoarse in Mu Fan's direction.
At that moment, tears streamed freely down his face.
Hearing that roar, which seemed to vent all his emotions, Mu Fan slightly turned his head. Yinuoke's small figure was utterly inconspicuous by the riverbank.
This was the first time he had felt familiar humanity in this strange universe.
I hope you won't disappoint me.
Mu Fan withdrew his gaze and lowered it once more to Hawthorne, who was struggling to rise to his knees before him.
It felt as though a huge drum were relentlessly pounding inside Hawthorne's head.
His mouth hung wide open, unable to close.
They were dead...
All twenty Udan Spearman guards were dead.
One had